On asparagus.
Speaking of Seal Up The Thunder � well, I know you weren't, but I was. Suddenly unhappy with my re-tellings of biblical stories, thinking of chucking the whole business. They seem just done to death. They seem like asparagus boiled for 15 minutes -- a good thing done too much.
Anyway, thinking much about what I thought I wanted from those stories: to capture some of the freshness and strangeness (asparagus-ness, if you will) of reading them for the first time. In that vein, two sets of images. Sensiti does it again: a blossom ready to burst from the screen, pollen like a lightning strike. Wendy would like these.
Last week in Toronto I saw the show at the AGO called Manufactured Landscapes: photographs by Edward Burtynsky. Go see. These photographs tear away a veil, and in that sense they are apocalyptic. Beautiful enough to stand your hair on end. See "Shipbreaking" particularly. Thanks to chandrasutra for the recommendation on this one.
In other writing news -- thinking finding an agent might be the way to go with Sir Gawaine. Spent the day doing research and writing a query. Wrote to the folks my publisher recommended. Anyone in a position to make a referral?
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Erin—don’t chuck the whole thing! Some of your poems—like the Dry bones one, and Leah—are in the make-your-hair-stand-on-end category. You may just be in a bit of a rut.
So glad you saw the Burtynsky (flattered that you say it’s because of my recommendation). I’ve been meaning to write a little review but haven’t had time. Pretty incredible stuff isn’t it?! Ever since I saw it I’ve been looking at some things a little differently. There’s this awful bleak lot near my work that I have to walk by every day. It’s the size of a football field. Strewn with glass, concrete chunks and various other detritus. Every day I go by now I really take a look at it. I see the colours, textures. It reminds me of a Buddhist approach to photography (and seeing) called Miksang. There’s beauty in the most unlikely places …
Thanks for coming by my blog! I like yours too. Have been to James’s blog as well. My partner and I also both blog. Up with blogging couples! ;-)
No, no, no!
Do not abandon the works of your hands!
And on a similar note, “Resurrection” really got me where I lived. So, so cool.
Everybody does lectio divina every once in a while. But nobody does it as well as you.